Let's go to Luckenbach Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys This successful life we're livin' got us feuding like the Hatfield and McCoys Between Hank Williams pain songs, Newberry's train songs and blue eyes cryin' in the rain out in Luckenbach Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain Waylon Jennings Another day, another GPS shot. We awoke this morning with a couple things on our minds; food and gas. We had been sort of counting on Pietown for both and got neither. We figured we’d have to go off track when we hit State Highway 12 and head West for Aragon as it was a long haul South to the nearest town. So West we headed. Aragon sucks – it is about 25km off of track and they had no gas. It looks like they’ve not had gas for awhile. We headed further West. Now we were about 40km (each way) off track. The GPS was telling us that Apache Creek had services – it didn’t. Next spot to try and get gas was Reserve – another 20kms! Now we were 120km’s off track. At least Reserve had a very nice spot for breakfast. So, after a few cups of coffee, a pancake special and a tank of gas, we were back on the road. Ella's is a good spot. We thought we’d take a shortcut which in retrospect wasn’t a great idea. Even with GPS we went in a big circle. Not a lot of pictures were taken except this one – if my finger had been a gun I probably would have pulled the trigger. So, not only had we gone way out of the way in search of gas, but we'd added another extra 100km's or so in a fruitless loop. It was this sign that threw us off. We should have followed common sense and the GPS, but we saw this CDT sign and figured that the best route didn’t show up on US Topo. Finally back on track. Anyway, we’re back on track here and for only the second time on the trip so far are feeling compelled to bring out the wet weather gear as it was starting to look nasty out. Shortly after donning the gear, we had a Divide Crossing Team Shot. There were a fair number of crossings today. Ditchside artsy flower shot. Another section that we were thankful that it wasn't pissing rain - we had just the right amount; enough that the there was no dust, but not enough to make it as soft as when these ruts were made! Drizzle finally stopped and it started to get muggy - time to strip down. Gary couldn't get enough riding today! I think that the 640 qualifies. Riding The Geronimo Trail - the horse in the background was a curious little guy. He was very intent on getting a view of whatever it was I was doing. I had seen Gary part the water through puddles before, but never a tree! Today’s ride was all about diversity. We started off in the pine forests near the campground, then we were into the grassy plains and then onto multiple canyons with switchbacks up and then down in the Gila National Forest. After riding FR150 for what seemed like hours, we turned left onto State Highway 35 for 15km’s or so down to Mimbres. Right where you turn onto the highway is actually a Divide crossing. The paved road into Mimbres is actually quite a fun ride. What I really remember about this section, and most paved ‘off the main route’ pieces in New Mexico, was how friendly drivers were – just about everyone waved. From HWY35 we did a little zigzag and headed into Silver City, NM on Highway 180. I had read that Silver City was a cool spot, but we hit it around dinner and really didn’t see any of it other than what was on the highway. We went for a burger and shake at MacDonald's – Gary was not impressed with tonight's selection, but it was quick. And quick was necessary a storm, a big storm, was rolling in. There is 30km’s of pavement to get out of Silver City which is perfect as it gets you out just that much faster. After 20 minutes, we turned left off the highway and headed Southwest into the heart of the Chihuahuan Desert. The vegetation had drastically changed now to a forest of tall yucca plants. We picked a very secluded spot to set up the tents – actually close to main dirt road we had been following, but on the otherside of a knoll that parallels the road. We raced to set up the tents. If my tent had not been staked down and had all my gear in it, I’m sure it would have ended up in Kansas. According to US Topo, we camped right on The Continental Divide! Camp Gary. Looks like I'd had the chance to use pretty much all the travel in the front suspension at some point today. Eventually I fell asleep knowing that tomorrow we’d be in Antelope Wells.